I used to make soup from whatever was in the fridge every time a wind-driven storm blew in. I lived at end of the power lines and electricity disappeared, sometimes for days. I used up meat, veggies, and even cheese that would spoil and fed my family an ever changing version of Stone Soup without per-storm shopping madness!
I now live alone in a civilized area where outages are brief; yet, as the Blizzard of '26 descended, I was craving soup. I started with one very old leek, some celery past its prime, and a package of sprouting carrots. I added some water and a pinch of salt smiling as I thought of Stone Soup. I threw in a packet of frozen veggies, some barley from years ago, and let it simmer.
"Would you like a bit of Stone Soup?" I asked the neighbor wielding his snowblower down my walkway in gratitude for his big orange blower but also because he was the first person I had talked to in more than a day.
"Um, sure." he responded, taking the container hesitantly. I wonder if he knows the story of Stone Soup?
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